I could never think of any other way,
So don't ask yourself why.
I'm lost in the middle of the Red ocean,
My fingers are getting closer
Reaching for My arms,
Then for your hand.
I wish that I could do something now,
Not only for the hatred within,
But also for a brighter future.
So now please, take My hand and come along,
We'll be making a new life form.
Blood through flesh will transform
My devilish wrath into steel.
As fire will push unto your head.
The birth of a new kind,
The day of the Dead Lovers.
Laying here on the ocean of blood,
On a floor whispering within agony
That I have succeeded killing the Monster.
